there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die.....
_"Charles Bukowski"
